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Joe doesn't remember how it started. The blanket obsession. He went to the flea market once, bought a soft, heavy blanket, and the next thing he knew, piles of blankets were thrown around in his bedroom with even more on his bed. Small, big, and fluffy ones that could wrap around your body like a sweatshirt. The weirdest part is that Joe wasn't buying these blankets for himself. He was buying them for the coldest person he knows. Patrick.
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Patrick was a cold person. Not in personality but in the fact that his body was cold to the touch. Almost to the point that people have asked him to see a doctor. He isn't sure why it happens but it does. He likes it. Being cold. He keeps his room cold and his bed cold as well. The fan is always on and there's no point in his life where he's going to turn it off. The only times when he makes sure his room is at least a little warm is when Joe is over. He's a dogboy. Dogman? He's a dog. Patrick is a a catman (no catboy cause they should die) who may be fluffy and warm but Joe is the warmest dog he has ever met. It was like touching a heater. He especially doesn't like the cold. So, Patrick turns up the heat. Just enough to keep Joe at a respectable temperature. But that day, it was way too hot.
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"Joe, Jesus man, you're still going to keep these blankets on your couch?" Patrick asked, his blond ear twitching to keep cool.
Joe didn't answer as his tail wagged while he looked down at his phone. Patrick thumped his foot against Joe's very hairy thigh. Patrick shivered as he imagined those thighs around his face. They had both decided to go to Joe's house after Patrick explicitly told him that he was not going to turn up the heat during this hot July.
"That's why I still keep them. You're shivering." Joe laughed, scratching behind his ear before smiling. He had sharp teeth. Sharp enough that Patrick wanted them to leave a mark on his skin.
He blushed and looked away. "Whatever."
Joe stood up and stretched. Patrick could see a sliver of Joe's hairy stomach and practically melted at the sight of it. He had always known he had a crush on Joe. Even as young adults when they were first starting in their band. Joe was very shy back then, always keeping his ears low down and his tail tucked in between his legs. It was a borderline obsession in Patrick's eyes. But, they were friends and there was no way Patrick was going to mess that up. Joe now had become a goddamn bear. He was hairy and big. His beard was coming in nicely and the tattoos, my god, Patrick wanted to lick at them and trace them. He wanted to push Joe down and use his stomach to grind his dick on until he came right on his happy trail-
"Pat? Are you ok? You're flushed." Joe asked, tilting his head to the side and his tail wrapping around Patrick's knee.
"Hmm? Oh y-yeah I'm good. Just a little thirsty." Patrick explained, cringing at the word he used.
"OH! Of course, let me get you some water. I always forget kitties get hot."
Patrick rolled his eyes at being called a kitty but he didn't mind it. Not one bit. Joe walked out of the room and left Patrick to his thoughts. His very sinful and dirty thoughts.
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Joe breathed out as he looked down at the sink. Joe was going through a rut. All day he has been sweating and so, so horny. His boner wouldn't go down. Thankfully he decided to wear his very baggy sweatpants that don't show anything. His senses were going crazy as well. Especially his nose. He can smell Patrick. Every bead of sweat that drips makes all the alarms in Joe's head go off. He needed to grind down on something. Or someone. Someone soft. Someone with a cute little tail and a very scruffy face. Someone like Patrick. Joe paused and shook his head. He couldn't believe he would think that way of Patrick. Soft, kitty Patrick with his tummy. His pretty little eyes. His sweet-smelling skin that Joe salivates at. Joe couldn't help but whine a little as he ground slightly on his hand. Joe was becoming hazy. All he could think about was Patrick, Patrick, Patrick.
"Joe, this place is way too fucking hot- Joe?"
He spun around quickly and saw that Patrick didn't have a shirt on. His stomach was on display as beads of sweat rolled down. His scent filled the kitchen. A mix of cologne, mocha, and sweat. Joe's mouth began to water. He couldn't stop staring. Before he could stop himself he strode across the kitchen and put his hands on Patrick's hips. He began to sniff. Deep breaths as he smelled under Patrick's chin. His tongue stuck out and began to lick at the sweat that had dripped down. He could taste the scent. He wanted more. Needed more. He- oh shit what was he doing? His eyes widened and he backed away so harshly he hit his back on the wall.
"Fuck, I-I'm so sorry, Pat. I don't know what came over me." Joe quickly started apologizing as he stared at the ground. "I'm in a rut and w-well, my brain is just taking over. I know that's no excuse for doing that. Shit, I'm so sorry. Oh god."
Joe stopped rambling as he felt Patrick get close. He looked up and saw the deep lust in Patrick's eyes. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around Joe's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Joe didn't do anything at first but after a while, he kissed back. It was sweet at first before Patrick pushed in his tongue and it became heavy. Joe didn't want to stop but his lungs were burning and he needed to breathe.
"Whuh?" Joe mumbled, his brain still not catching up just yet.
"You're so cute like this," Patrick whispered, his fingers going into Joe's curls and rubbing at his black ears. "Rut, huh? You know, I wouldn't mind helping you get over it. I bet that little guy you got down there can produce a big litter for me. Why don't we test that out?"
Joe blushed even deeper before pulling Patrick into a kiss again. His tail wagged harshly, accidentally knocking down a plastic cup that made both of them jump. Patrick gave a little giggle.
"Shouldn't I have knocked that cup over?"
Joe just smiled before pulling Patrick towards him until their chests were touching. With the shirt gone, Joe had more free reign for his teeth. An empty canvas ready to be painted with bites and bruises. Patrick is his muse now. What is he thinking? That's just the rut talking. There's no way Patrick will stay with him after. It would be too awkward.
"Joe? You okay? You seem far away." Patrick asked, pulling back slightly to look into Joe's eyes.
"What? Oh, yeah, yes. I'm good." Joe said, looking away. He couldn't look at Patrick. His eyes said the things he was trying to hold back.
"Liar."
Patrick grabbed Joe by the collar of his shirt and took him toward the bedroom. He practically threw Joe onto the bed (Well, tried to but all the stupid blankets just made him sit up a little) and sat right beside him.
"We won't continue until you tell me what's wrong." Patrick firmly said, cupping Joe's face.
Joe looked intensely at him. He wanted to tell him but it was so stupid. He knew that Patrick liked him. Well, he likes him at the moment. What if he ends up saying this was a one-time thing?
"Please. Don't let this be a one-time thing." Joe whispered, his voice so small and meek.
"Oh baby, no, this isn't a one-time thing," Patrick said, giving Joe little pecks on his face. "I have loved you since we met. The minute I saw you pick up that guitar I knew that I had to have you. I love you, pup. I think I always will."
Joe felt the tears hit his face. Patrick was crying. He looked so pretty. No, Joe focus my god. He raised his hands and wiped away the tears. Patrick opened his eyes, his glasses a little fogged up from the crying. He nuzzled into Joe's hands and purred.
"I didn't realize kitties were so emotional. I always thought they either hated the world or were full of soup." Joe laughed, his sharp teeth protruding out a little bit."
"Fuck you."
"You can try, kitty."
Patrick groaned and grabbed a blanket beside them to try and smother Joe. He paused and his ears flicked a little.
"You haven't said it yet, Joe," Patrick whispered, looking at Joe expectantly.
Joe smiled. "I love you too."
They sat there. Just breathing. Joe could smell the happy feeling Patrick was giving off. He wished he could capture that smell and wear it on him for the rest of his life. Yeah, he wanted Patrick to completely envelop him. He moved towards Patrick and began to lick at his neck. Little tiny licks. Patrick giggled. He locked that sound into his heart. His hand moved up Patrick's body. Scratching here and there. A little sigh spilled out.
"Joe, please," Patrick whined.
Oh, Joe was fucked. Badly.
"Please what, little kitty? You got your own tongue?" Joe teased, moving to take his shirt off.
Patrick just stared, his tail waving behind him before pouncing onto Joe. His little fangs stuck out as his rough tongue licked Joe's hairy chest. The hair getting stuck on there. Joe giggled, moving his hands to straddle Patrick's hips. He watched as Patrick's eyes dilated before yelping when his teeth chomped down. He could feel blood drip down his chest as Patrick unstuck his fangs. He sighed as he felt the rough tongue lick at the blood.
"Pat, need you. You smell so good. Want my mouth on you." Joe was now mumbling as he watched Patrick slowly move his hand up his chest.
Patrick only giggled as he felt the hair underneath. The musk of Joe filling the room made him lightheaded. He shivered when he realized it was cold in here. The windows were up as a slight breeze entered. The bed was full of the blankets that Patrick had used to wrap himself in whenever he hung out. He felt loved. Joe had this room made for him. Everything in the room belonged to Joe but he did it out of the love he had for him. His eye caught on a small red blanket. He blushed when he saw it. During one of their hangouts, Patrick had told him he was freezing and Joe handed him that very same red blanket. He took it home and realized that it smelled like Joe. One thing lead to another and he began to hump it, cumming into his underpants like a teenager. He felt Joe's calloused fingers tap him on the arm. He looked down at Joe's concerned face.
"Hey, you spaced out. You okay?" Joe asked, rubbing his hands down the side of Patrick's body. His fingernails dug bluntly into Patrick's hips to ground him. "We don't have to continue if you don't want to."
"I DO!" Patrick cringed as he yelled. "I'm sorry. It's just... I saw that red blanket you let me borrow the last time and I know I washed it but, uhm, I had come into it and I was just wondering if that brought on your rut. You usually don't have them randomly."
"You keep track of my rut?" Joe teased as he nuzzled against Patrick's chest, his tongue darting out to lick a bead of sweat.
"N-no. Just wondering is all. Oh god, it seems like I am."
Joe laughed before flipping them around so that Patrick was lying down on the bed. His large hands roamed everywhere before landing on his belt. He looked up at Patrick with questioning eyes. He watched as Patrick landed on the red blanket. Joe already knew he came on it. He's a dog. He can smell almost everything. He wasn't going to tell Patrick that his rut was brought on because of that blanket because he knew he would not hear the end of it. He also knew that if Pete found out he would be teased for the rest of his life. It will be his secret (and yours reader).
"Kitty, pay attention to me," Joe said, reaching up to move Patrick's face to look at him.
"So demanding."
Patrick grabbed Joe's hands to encourage him to take the belt off. Joe gave a nervous smile as he took it off. He couldn't help but whine when he felt Patrick run his hands through his curly hair. His mouth watered as more skin was shown. He bent down and licked at Patrick's happy trail. Teasing the waistband of his boxers.
"Stop t-teasing, Joe, please," Patrick whined out as he pulled slightly on Joe's hair.
Joe smirked before finally throwing the rest of the clothes onto the floor. He watched as Patrick tried to cover himself up but Joe wasn't having any of it. He moved down the bed and began to shimmy out of his own clothes before making his way towards his drawer. He began to rummage around before producing a camera.
"You're so beautiful, Pat, and I was wondering if maybe I could take your picture?" Joe asked, placing the camera on the bed.
Patrick thought about it for a second. Something about Joe taking his picture because he was so beautiful made him tear up a little. He nodded his head before laying back just a little, his nervous demeanor relaxing a little bit as he watched Joe pick up the camera. He heard the noise of his picture being taken and decided to tease Joe a little. His fingers trailed down to his cock as he began to move up and down, moaning slightly as he felt pre-cum spill out.
"Fuck, Pat. Just like that." Joe said, not taking his eyes off Patrick's hand as he watched it move up and down.
Patrick then moved his hand even lower down, gathering up all the liquid he needed before circling his hole. Joe felt his breathing stop. He put the camera down and watched as Patrick moaned putting one finger in. Joe couldn't help it anymore. He growled as he bent down and put a hand on Patrick's to stop his movement. His sharp teeth teased Patrick's thigh before finally he bit down. He listened as Patrick moaned high and loud. Enough that his neighbors might hear. He wanted him even louder. He gathered some spit into his mouth before dripping it down onto his hand. His hands were slightly bigger than Patrick's so he slowly entered the lewd hole.
"J-Joe, that's it. You're s-so big. Holy fuck." Patrick whined, seeing stars as Joe bit down hard enough that he knew he wouldn't wear shorts for a little while.
"We could use your moans in a song. I think it would really make it perfect." Joe whispered as he pulled out his first finger before thrusting in again with a second finger added.
Patrick felt his eyes roll back as he felt the stretch. He was ruined for Joe now. He wanted his knot in him. He needed it. He grabbed Joe's hair to pull him up and began to kiss him. His tongue roughly went inside as Joe began to hump the space between his thighs.
"Joe," Patrick mumbled as he moved Joe's face to look into him, "give me a litter, puppy."
Joe growled as he heard that before roughly moving Patrick's thighs up so he had better access to his hole. He spat onto his hand and moved it up and down on his cock. Patrick's eyes widened slightly when he saw how big Joe was. Joe kissed Patrick's cheek lovingly before pushing inside. He moaned lowly as Patrick scratched down his back. His tongue laved at his neck before his teeth settled down on his soft spot.
"Fuck, you're so fuc-fucking big. A big dick for a b-big boy like you." Patrick whispered into his ear.
Joe smiled as he kissed Patrick. He was fully inside, his knot stopping him from entering anymore.
"You think you can handle having a litter, kitty?" Joe teased as he pulled back slightly.
Patrick didn't say anything as he moaned. High-pitched moans. He began to beg when Joe didn't move yet. His eyes shiny with tears as Joe chuckled. His eyes shut as Joe began to brutally abuse his hole. Not stopping for one second. His claws stuck out as he began to scratch even harder. That only spurred Joe on even more as he felt his knot slightly push in whenever he thrust.
"That's it, pup, gi-give me that k-knot. Oh my god." Patrick cried as his hole loosened because of the knot.
"Yeah? Do you want this knot? You want me to make your belly swell up?" Joe growled, his knot catching on Patrick's hole. "Gonna fill you up. Make you all nice and pregnant. You'll be the perfect mommy."
Patrick felt himself spasm as he came from being called Mommy. Joe thrust one final time before finally his knot entered Patrick and he howled as they were locked together. Patrick was practically drooling as his belly began to swell up. Joe huffed as he looked down at Pat's belly. His ear twitched as he grabbed at the camera. He snapped a photo before settling down into Patrick's chest as he felt his hands run through his hair.
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"Joe, if you don't get me a towel to clean myself up I'll claw your dick off," Patrick mumbled as he felt Joe's knot swell down.
"So mean."
Patrick rolled his eyes and sighed when he felt Joe leave his body. He shivered as he felt cum leak out of his hole. Joe gave a small growl before standing up to move towards the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and ran warm water under it. Patrick looked at Joe's back. There were red marks running down, some now swelling up from the abuse of his claws. He grabbed Joe's camera and took a picture. Something for him to print out and jerk off to whenever they were separated.
"Lay back."Joe gently whispered as he began to move the rag down to his hole.
Patrick watched as Joe cleaned him up. This was it. Patrick belonged to him now. And he wouldn't have it any other way. He purred as breathed in the smell of love and sex in the air. Joe began to pepper kisses onto his face. They began to kiss. A soft, sweet kiss that will always remind them of this hot summer day.